I asked her to restrain the slut and join me in the lounge. I thought , for now, I would not mention that I knew what had transpired.When she joined m... I said ?I can’t keep calling you Mrs Hooper, but strangely that is the only name I have. I am also curious about Mr Hooper?. She laughed, and replied ?my name is Gladys, sir, and Mr Hooper had a wandering eye, so we were not married for very long. But unless I find someone else, I shall always be Mrs Hooper?.I then explained that I was keen to. "That's what I mean Ron. They just don't make people like Beth anymore. Come on lets go rescue my favorite white lady, and get this thing straightened out."Even with Leroy's connections, it still took us several hours to spring Beth from jail. Now driving home, Beth was in the back seat and she had calmed down a bit. Both Leroy and I were trying to keep a straight face as Beth told her story for the fourth time."It was just role playing." Beth said while trying to fix her mascara, which with. I rise from the bed, trying to be careful not to disturb my wife’s rest, and venture as quietly as the creaky old wooden floors in the house will allow to our bathroom. I sit and think a bit…about yesterday’s visit to the hospital, and the good news I was given there…it wasn’t my heart. In the past few weeks I’ve been experiencing some mild, but recurring pressure/pain symptoms in my chest…just to the left of my sternum…and given my extra weight, high blood pressure, and family history as risk. “Iris, don’t start. We were having a good time.” “I’m not trying to start anything. I’m just asking a question.” “I’m leaving.” Lia bounced off the couch. “This isn’t why I’m here.” “Wait, Lia. Don’t go.” I got up and caught her arm. “I’m sorry. Please, stay.” “All right. I mean it, though. I don’t want to get into some big talk session. Let’s just hang out and have fun, okay?” She gave me a heated look. “Like we used to.” “Like this?” I pulled her into a deep kiss and swept my hands over her.